Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Minor Threat,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.